Sprouting

I let the lilies lie in their lilted lullabies,
of corners that cobwebs craved their cries,
When flowers fell in gardens not groomed,
and all creatures crawling craved rays of the moon.

While humans hindered lights that lit night's street,
of no sheltering sidewalks solemnly did they greet,
On broken bottled pathways pondering in their time,
for all life's troubles planted and left behind.